A knife at the beginning almost killed the apocalypse

Wu Moling gently poked her little head and said angrily:

"Are you stupid? Have you forgotten that you still have a salary? A martial arts instructor's salary is very good, with a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan, a car and a house. With this 10,000 yuan subsidy, you now have 60,000 yuan a month!"

After hearing this, Mo Ziyi suddenly woke up.

"Yes, I still have a salary! Wow, I have become a rich little woman, that's great! I'm treating you tonight, so don't be polite to me!"

Mo Ziyi waved her hand and proudly agreed to pay for tonight's meal.

"Hehe, I will kill you hard tonight!"

"You can open it to eat, but that's enough!"

The two girls chuckled and walked to the shooting range hand in hand.

The second session is a shooting class, shooting with real guns and live ammunition.

The course stipulates that the only firearms used are rifles and pistols. Each person has five rounds of ammunition. If you want to shoot more, you can spend money to buy more.

Mo Ziyi looked at the price and opened her mouth in shock.

"The bullets are so cheap. Pistol bullets are 1 yuan each, and rifle bullets are 1 yuan each. Are you trying to make money at a loss?"

Although she doesn't play with guns, she also knows that bullets are not that cheap.

The staff responsible for distributing guns and ammunition explained: "The price of bullets in the past was definitely more than this, but now that the empire is flooded with raw materials, the manufacturing cost has been greatly reduced. In addition, we are purchasing for schools, and the military factory will wholesale them at cost price for us. We can make a little profit." We put it all together, so it’s so cheap.”

Mo Ziyi smiled and said: "You are quite honest, then give me a rifle magazine to try."

"it is good."

The instructor gave her a rifle, a magazine, and five rated bullets.

Wu Moling also ordered the same set meal and took Mo Ziyi into the shooting range.

There are professional shooting coaches inside to supervise and guide everyone's shooting movements throughout the process to avoid accidents.

Everyone here is not short of money, so many of them bought a lot of bullets.

To be fair, each person can only finish one magazine at a time, and then they have to queue up again.

There are fixed targets on the shooting range, made of dummies.

There are also moving targets, two flexible robots that are invulnerable.

When it was Mo Ziyi's turn, she first tried her hand on the fixed target.

After all, he is a first-level enhanced person and has martial arts background, so he quickly mastered the rhythm.

She fired more than a dozen shots at the target, and her scores were basically above the seventh ring.

Then she felt it was almost done and was ready to practice with the robot.

Tutu~~~

All the remaining bullets were used up, and only two shots were hit.

"Forehead······"

As a martial arts instructor of the Black Armored Army, she felt very humiliated.

Look at Wu Moling next to him. He was fighting the robot the whole time, with a hit rate of over 80%!

It was really infuriating to see people compare to each other, and Mo Ziyi couldn't help but envy him.

After Wu Moling finished shooting a bunch of bullets, he noticed that Mo Ziyi next to him had a resentful look on his face, so he smiled and comforted him: "Don't be discouraged. This is the first time. Your results are already very good!"

"Why······"

"Okay, I'll take you to do something else."

"Something else? What?" Mo Ziyi looked curious.

"Hehe, you will know later."

Wu Moling showed a mysterious smile, then pulled her and ran to a remote corner of the campus.

Until I encountered a gate, guarded by a guard.

Wu Moling showed their campus cards, one gold card and one black card.

The goalkeeper became very friendly and let him go immediately.

The two walked in and found a wasteland filled with rubble.

There is a bungalow next to it and several staff members.

Wu Moling came to the window and handed the card over, "Hello, I want to play Gatling, give me six thousand rounds of ammunition."

"OK, just a second."

The conversation between the two was ordinary, but Mo Ziyi next to him was stunned and turned to stone on the spot.

"You, you, what did you just say?"

She thought she might be hallucinating and wanted to confirm again.

Wu Moling explained: "Gatling, it's so fun. There are also heavy machine guns, machine guns, howitzers, etc. You can experience them all here as long as you can afford it."

"Ah, this... is so crazy!" Mo Ziyi's face was full of disbelief, and his outlook was completely refreshed.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a loud banging sound from inside, which startled her.

"I'm going, what happened?"

"Hehe, don't be nervous. Someone is playing with a machine gun inside. That thing is very powerful. Tell me, what are you going to play? Do you want to play Gatling like me? Or a light machine gun or a heavy machine gun."

Mo Ziyi recovered from the shock, tried to calm down, and chose the heavy machine gun.

The rate of fire of the heavy machine gun was far inferior to that of the Gatling, so at Wu Moling's suggestion, she only bought 500 rounds of ammunition.

After checking out, the two came to the shooting range under the arrangement of the staff.

There are many people at the shooting range, each occupying a shooting spot.

The person who was playing with the machine gun was on a high platform and was excitedly firing at a huge stone in the distance, causing gravel and dust to fly.

Mo Ziyi came to a heavy machine gun and found that the direction of the machine gun was fixed and could only shoot at the fan-shaped area in front.

This is understandable. What if a lunatic comes and shoots at the crowd with a machine gun? Is that okay?

Under the guidance of the staff, Mo Ziyi loaded the magazine himself, then aimed at the target and tried to shoot.

The heavy machine gun is very heavy and very powerful. You can feel a strong sense of oppression just by using it.

She kept on shooting, carefully improving her proficiency and precision.

On the other hand, Wu Moling next to her was laughing wildly and spitting tongues of fire at a huge boulder.

Da da da da~~~~

"Hahahaha...burn it, my baby!"

The barrel quickly became red and even burst into flames.

But this girl had no intention of stopping and seemed to be planning to punch through the boulder.

In just one minute, she fired all five thousand bullets.

After suffering a devastating blow to the boulder, it was overwhelmed and finally cracked.

Wu Moling made a victory gesture with a proud smile on her face.

Next, she came to Mo Ziyi and taught her how to shoot.

After all, he is the second generation of the military, and his technology is still very good.

Under her guidance, Mo Ziyi quickly improved her accuracy, and her rate of fire also increased.

After firing five hundred rounds of ammunition, get out of class was almost over.

The two girls had a great time playing and were dripping with sweat.

Mo Ziyi complained: "It's so hot, my body is sticky, it's so uncomfortable."

Wu Moling consoled her: "It's okay. The next class is martial arts class, and the class next door is swimming class. We can just skip to class."

"Ah, wouldn't this... be bad?"

"What's wrong? Martial arts classes are boring. They only teach basic martial arts. For example, the first half of the class is about horse stance, getting through back fists, etc. The second half is about two-on-one battles to gain practical experience."